Chapter 1850 Dalton's Obsession

"How audacious!" "The living are forbidden from entering the underworld! Take another step, and you forfeit your life!" A dozen underworld guards, realizing Dalton truly feared nothing, released the spirits they had been restraining before raising the spirit flame in their hands, encircling Dalton completely. Yet, Dalton walked through them as if they were nothing. His handsome, indifferent face showed no expression, only the faintest curl of a cold smile at the corner of his lips. "I'll wait for you to come take my life." With that, he stepped forward, his movements so swift he seemed to flicker past them, yet his bearing carried an inexplicable scholarly grace—except he was no scholar. He held a parasol, and his sleeves brushed the air with every step, leaving behind echoes of sacred chants. Where he walked, the ground beneath him cracked. The towering city walls, inscribed with plaques, trembled as if on the verge of collapse. This was the underworld—yet they felt an unprece